Date: Tue, 25 Oct 2005 15:38:42 -0700 (PDT)
From: Ken James <ken@kenjamesfiction.com>
Subject: Rocker Girl Ch. 06

The Imperial-Orpheus Bar in Helena, Montana was a big converted
theatre. The floor seats had been replaced with tables and long bars on
either side of the auditorium, but the balcony was intact. It had a real
stage, sound system and a house engineer. Normally Nancy and Jame would
have worked with him, but they needed some urgent "private sister time."
I'm good at connecting equipment and turning knobs, but they're the
technical ones. Janis and Gurl helped me set up, then split for a hot
afternoon in bed. Fortunately, Matt the engineer was sweet, cool and
competent. He quickly made his connections between our mixer/recorder and
the house sound. It only took a few minutes to get everything working
perfectly.

I sang into the mics, banged the drums, plugged the old Fender Precision I
use when she's on sax into Gurl's rig, played the keyboards, tested Jame's
Pod, and finally hooked up to my amp through the wireless. My guitar sound
echoing from the auditorium was awe inspiring. Matt turned the stage lights
on and the house lights down. I stood at the edge of the stage, imagining
everyone in the packed house staring up at me as I soloed. We weren't
really expecting big crowds. The bar booked national acts once or twice a
week. Fishnet Barbie was opening for that week's name band and playing from
8:00 PM to 1:00 AM on the other nights.

"I love your guitar playing. You're really good," Matt said when I finally
took a break. I get edgy without my guitar, and we'd been apart for 36
hours. "It's a beautiful guitar, too."

My baby! A Paul Reed Smith Modern Eagle with a quilted emerald top. Mom and
Dad gave it to me on my 18th birthday. We'd gone to a fancy
restaurant. Back at home, we drank a little wine and I dutifully expressed
my gratitude as they presented me with typical boring gifts. Finally, Dad
handed me a little envelope. Inside was a scrap of paper reading "Look in
your bedroom." My Epiphone Les Paul was gone and the PRS was in the guitar
stand.

I played all night. Mom and Dad stayed with me for a while, but soon
drifted away. At dawn, I switched the amp off, put the Modern Eagle in its
stand and stepped out of my clothes, letting them fall to the floor. Even
unplugged, the guitar was calling. Moments later, I was lying naked on the
bed with the solid body pressed against my loins and the graceful neck
rubbing my breasts. My fingers stroking the strings produced a soft silvery
sound. It was so sensual . . . I fell asleep cradling my new baby in my
arms.

Matt and I talked guitars and amps for a while, then he asked about the
band. Matt was impressed that we'd set Fishnet Barbie up as a
business. We'd persuaded our parents to finance the tour. Halfway through,
the loan was almost paid back and we had a big mailing list for the live CD
we were assembling from our performances.

Each of us had band jobs. Janis did our graphics, including our stunning
leggy "Fishnet Barbie Cartoon Babe" logo. She also handled tour
logistics. Nancy and Jame were our technicians and recording
engineers. Gurl was webmaster and wrote most of our blog entries. I handled
the business and financial stuff.

Matt told me a little about himself, too. As well as being the sound
engineer, he was part owner of the Imperial-Orpheus. His wife did the
bookings and I'd talked to her on the phone. He was cute, in his early 40s
with a beard and thinning hair. "Have you named your guitar?" he suddenly
asked. I wasn't playing, but I was still holding it, my left hand curled
possessively around its neck.

"I just call him 'Baby,'" I answered. "I say 'him' but Baby is both male
and female; a hard masculine body with gentle feminine curves." PRS guitar
bodies have two horns. The longer upper horn has the strap button at its
tip. My right hand was stroking the gracefully phallic lower horn. "The
neck is rampant male while the strings are female erogenous zones. They
seem to be tied to my pussy. I've had orgasms while playing." Matt was
staring. Too much information? No, he was getting turned on.

"The guitar electronics, amp and effects are all intellectual and guy
thing," I continued. "Shaping my sound with the knobs is all feel - all
woman. And those times when emotion takes over and I transcend technique
. . ." I was really getting hot and Matt had a big bulge in his
jeans. "Inspiration and magic are for both sexes . . . like making love
. . . you and the instrument . . . you and the music . . ." That's when
Matt kissed me.

We kissed for a long time, with Baby pressed between our bodies. Matt
finally stepped back and pulled a video camera out of his toolbox. "Can I
film you playing?" Of course.

The Fishnet Barbie girls always dress up when performing. Offstage, I'm
pretty casual, generally wearing a thin breast-clinging nipple-revealing
top and tight frayed blue jeans. Today, I'd traded the jeans for a long
denim skirt. "I look pretty good for a video," I thought.

We put a jam CD on and I started dancing around the stage, playing
along. My world narrowed to the music, Baby . . . and Matt, his lust barely
restrained as he followed me with the camera. I was so hot. "Come here," I
commanded. "I want to tell you a secret." As he focused on my face, I said,
"The guitar strings are tied to my clitoris." I played a blues lick,
moaning ecstatically as I bent the last note. "See?"

I played the lick again, stepping back as Matt reached for me. "We were
playing in Yellowstone. During a solo, Baby and I started fucking and I had
an orgasm on stage. I was also thinking about a man I'd just met. I haven't
come again that way, but every time I play Baby, it's like making love."

A new song started on the sound system. A slow blues. Perfect. I arched my
back and rubbed the guitar neck over my breasts as I played. I knew my
swollen nipples were clearly outlined through my thin tank top. I slipped
out of the strap and played Baby between my legs with his neck sticking out
like a giant erection.

"Take the guitar," I commanded. Matt held it in one hand while continuing
to tape. I unfastened my skirt and let it fall to the stage floor, leaving
me dressed in my black tank top and matching panties. "Look how wet I am,"
I said, opening my legs. The thin fabric stretched over my vulva was
soaked.

"Give me Baby," I said as I sank to my knees on my skirt. I held him
between my legs, no longer trying to play, but rubbing his upper horn
against my slit through my slippery panties. "Jesus Baby!" I moaned,
rolling onto my back and pulling my panties aside. I reversed the guitar
and rubbed Baby's lower horn along my wet slit, gradually forcing it open,
stimulating my clit and pussy lips. "Fuck!" I whispered. "Fuck! Fuck!
Fuck!"

I stopped at the ragged edge of orgasm and lay still for a long minute with
my chest heaving and heart pounding. I put Baby in his stand, tore my
panties off and stood staring at Matt. There was no question about what he
wanted. There was an immense bulge in his pants. "Give me the camera." I
ordered. "Strip for me." I admired his athletic chest and flat belly as he
removed his T-shirt. I continued filming as he stepped out of his jeans.

"Sure you're ready for this?" he asked teasingly, pausing with his hands on
the waistband of his jockey shorts. "I'm almost as big as your guitar."

"Yeah!" My voice was thick with desire. Matt had the biggest cock I'd ever
seen, nine hard thick inches. Freed from his shorts, it snapped to full
erection in seconds. He stroked his shaft and rubbed his cock head with one
hand while squeezing his balls with the other. "Wow!" I said, aiming the
camera. "Please beat off, but don't cum. Save that for me."

"It's so hot watching him work that monster cock." The woman's voice
floated from the dark auditorium. I was so startled I almost dropped the
camera.

Matt continued masturbating as the tall slender woman with ash-blond hair
climbed onto the stage. She was slightly younger than Matt and just as
sexy. "Tracy, this is my wife Lyta," he said calmly. "She likes to watch."

"It was fun seeing you get off with your guitar," Lyta said. She was
wearing a skirt and an unbuttoned blouse. "I can't wait to see you ride
Matt's cock, if it's not too big for you."

I dodged as she reached for the camera. "Were you playing with yourself in
the dark?" She nodded. "Let's see." She lifted her skirt and pulled her
panties aside. I filmed her slipping two fingers up her juicy
snatch. "Yummy!" I finally said, handing her the camera. "Do you like
girls? Good! Maybe later."

Matt removed my tank top and took me in his arms. We kissed passionately as
I rubbed my breasts against his muscular chest. I grabbed his right hand
and guided it between my legs. His index finger slid smoothly up and down
my slit, slowly teasing it open. He removed his hand and his cock took its
place, rubbing my vulva, stimulating my clit and pussy lips. I twisted my
pelvis, trying to catch his cock head in my vagina mouth.

"Lie down, Rocker Girl," he laughed as he picked me off my feet and laid me
on the stage. "You're going to get what you want." As Lyta hovered over us
with the camera, Matt positioned himself between my spread thighs. His
flesh and blood cock was even larger than Super Bob or Janis and Gurl's
strap-on dildo. I have big hands, but I couldn't close my thumb and index
finger around it. I screamed softly in pain and excitement as his big head
slowly stretched my pussy mouth and gradually slipped into my depths.

I clamped his thick shaft with my cunt muscles as I writhed on my back. It
took him an erotic eternity to fill me completely. "Fuck her, Tom Cat!"
Lyta growled. "Shove your monster prick all the way up that little girl
snatch."

"God yes!" I gasped. "Your man's making me a real woman! . . . And you're
all hot watching . . . filming . . . Take your skirt off. I want to see
your cunt dripping!" I moaned with pleasure and excitement. Matt - Tom Cat
- had finally reached bottom and I was working my muscles, rhythmically
gripping and releasing him.

"Fair enough," Lyta answered, handing me the camera. I filmed her
unfastening her skirt and removing her panties. "Soaking wet," she said,
laying the panties over my mouth. I sucked the cloth. Her taste was darker
and more exotic than Liz, Nancy or Jame's. "Now my shirt." Lyta wasn't
wearing a bra. Her breasts were firm with excitement and her nipples were
gigantic - as thick as dimes and half an inch long.

"Yeah!" Lyta continued. "I'm fucking hot watching Tom Cat screw a little
rocker girl." She took the camera and stood straddling my head, focusing on
Matt's penis gradually withdrawing from my pussy. "Rocker Girl, do you like
my hot wet snatch?" I nodded. "So get acquainted," she said, kneeling and
lowering her folds onto my face. I put my mouth against her pussy and
thrust my tongue inside, sucking her exotic juices.

Matt was fucking me slowly. I squirmed and moaned with the pleasure of my
body interacting with his giant cock. As his tempo increased, his big shaft
tugged at my clit hood, pulling it over my swollen little bud. "Fuck!" I
mumbled into Lyta's pussy. When I shifted my tongue to her clit, she
quickly pulled away. Her grin as she moved to a new camera position told me
there'd be more - much more - later.

Lyta moved around shooting as Tom Cat took me in every possible position;
straight missionary (flat on my back with open legs), my knees lifted, my
legs wrapped around his back and on his shoulders, doggie style with me on
four and two legs, "no you can't fuck me there!", . . . I came over and
over.

I was on top, riding his stallion, when Lyta put Baby into my arms. I
stroked his strings to orgasm while bouncing on Tom Cat's cock.

Finally, I was on my back. Tom Cat was holding my ankles to spread my legs
as he pounded my snatch. "I'm ready to cum," he gasped. "I'm going to pull
out and shoot on your chest."

"No!" I protested. "Fill my cunt! . . . Please!" He'd been fucking me with
fast hard strokes. Tom Cat suddenly stopped, remaining motionless for
several seconds, before ramming me so hard my body shook. A thick hot jet
of cum splashed my pussy walls. He pulled out and rammed me again. And
again, with about one second between thrusts, shooting each time he hit
bottom. It seemed he came forever and ever, making me cum along with
him. "Holy fuck!" I whispered dreamily after he'd finally spent himself and
lay still in my arms.

Lyta taped our tender kissing and cuddling, then captured the dramatic
moment when Matt pulled his penis, softened but still gigantic, from my
thoroughly-fucked pussy. "This is going to be a film classic," she said,
tapping the camera affectionately. "Rocker Girl vs. the Monster Cock."

"Come on," she continued. "Let's go to the office and shoot the sequel."

One end of the office was a little sitting room, with a pair of overstuffed
chairs facing a long couch. Lyta started making out with Matt as soon as
we'd stepped in the door. "Tom Cat," she said, "Rocker Girl was so cruel,
not letting you fuck her tight little teenage butt." He stiffened as she
wrapped her fingers around his shaft. "I've got a nice ass for you."

"That's great, Baby," Matt said as he pulled Lyta to him. "But I'm taking
your cunt first." She moaned with pleasure as his cock slipped between her
legs. They fucked standing in the middle of the floor as I filmed them.

After several minutes, Lyta pulled away from Matt, turned around and bent
over with her hands on the couch. "I want your big cock up my ass now!" she
announced. He spread her cheeks, exposing her pretty pink rosebud. It
looked so tiny and delicate. It was wild watching Matt tease and open
Lyta's sweet asshole with his tongue. When she was softly moaning with
excitement, he dipped a finger into her hot wet pussy to lubricate it, then
slid that finger into her butt. "Your finger feels good," she gasped, "but
I need big hard cock."

"Tracy," Lyta continued. "There's a box on the closet shelf. Bring it here,
please." It was a brass-bound wooden chest the size of a large shoebox. She
reached into the chest and produced a tube of lubricant. "Here Tom Cat,"
she said, handing him the tube. "Get your cock greased."

Matt lubricated his penis and pressed it between Lyta's buttocks. Watching
her tiny hole stretching to take his massive tool got me unbelievably
hot. I wanted to put the camera down and join in, but I forced myself to
keep filming. After his first few strokes, Matt went really fast, making a
loud slapping noise each time his pelvis crashed into Lyta's buns. I held
the camera in one hand, continuing to film as I played with my tits, pussy
and clit.

I moved around, shooting from different angles; close-ups on Lyta's and
Matt's faces, looking up between Lyta's legs at Matt's plunging cock and
her bouncing breasts, his violently rolling buttocks and bouncing
testicles, a close-up of his cock in her hole . . . I caught their
expressions as he came in her ass. She kept him inside as she rammed
fingers up her pussy, cumming almost immediately.

"Thanks, Tom Cat," Lyta said as he sat her on the couch. His erection had
finally subsided, but his cock was still amazing. Matt stirred again when
he saw me staring. I love cocks; soft, hard, fucking, peeing (I like to
watch the fluid streaming from his tip, although I think water sports are
gross) . . . cock feel . . . cock taste . . . I love cock, as long as it
belongs to a man I respect.

"Come on, Rocker Girl," Lyta purred. "It's woman to woman time." Matt took
the camera as I turned to Lyta. She was leaning back open-legged on the
couch. I stared hungrily at her firm breasts and amazing hard nipples. They
were almost cylindrical, dark pink with puffy rounded tops, the diameter of
a dime and rising nearly 3/4" from her broad chocolate brown areola.

I stepped between her legs and bent over to kiss her full on the lips. Our
mouths opened and our tongues danced. My fingers found her nipples and
pinched them. She moaned with pleasure as I increased the pressure,
pinching and twisting her swollen nipples even harder.

"No," Lyta said as I bent to kiss her breasts. "I need girl fucking
. . . now!" She gripped my shoulders and pulled me to my knees. Juice was
steadily trickling from her gaping pussy down between her buttocks and onto
the couch. I dipped my tongue into the stream, once again savoring her dark
and mysterious flavor.

She grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face to her vulva. Her juices
splashed my lips, chin and cheeks as I drove my tongue deep into her cunt,
almost overwhelmed with her intense female taste and feel.

"Come on!" Lyta said, pulling my mouth away from her pussy. Her clitoris
was fully exposed, looking like a smaller version of her nipples. I caught
her clit between my lips and sucked it roughly as I thrust two fingers into
her cunt. She writhed on the couch, screaming in excitement as I worked my
fingers in her pussy; thrusting deep and curving up, rotating my hand,
stroking her lips with my thumb.

Her hips thrashed and I had to hold on to keep from being bucked away, but
she stopped short of climax. "That was great, Rocker Girl, but I need
something else. Will you help me?"

"Sure," I answered. She removed a jar of petroleum jelly from the chest and
handed it to me. "You're too wet to need this." I said. "Is Matt going to
fuck my ass? He stretched my pussy so wide, I'm afraid he'll hurt me."

"No, Matt isn't going to do anything except film," she said. "And I'm not
wet enough for the way you're going to do me. Slip a finger into my cunt."
I inserted my right index finger. "All the way." Her muscles clamped my
finger, so hard it almost hurt. She grinned at my expression of surprise
and released her grip. "Lubricate my snatch with petroleum
jelly. Everywhere. Outside, too!"

I liberally coated my right index and second fingers with jelly and stroked
Lyta's vagina lips, leaving them gleaming with the thick lubricant. I moved
inside her hot pussy, making her scream orgasmically as my fingers caressed
her entrance. Adding a third finger, I probed her depths, pushing my hand
in until it was stopped by my thumb and little finger. Her muscles gripped
me as I opened and closed my fingers while twisting my wrist.

Lyta had been on the edge of orgasm for long minutes, but was still holding
back. Her pussy was gleaming with jelly. I knew what she wanted and
needed. I'd been a little freaked by photos of people doing it on the
Internet, so I was surprised at my excitement as I coated my right hand
with lubricant.

Her legs were spread wide and she had both hands on her vulva, pulling her
pussy as far open as possible. I stared down her long pink tunnel, gleaming
with lubricant and her own juices. "Fuck me!" Lyta commanded. "Four
fingers!" I pressed my fingers together and slid them into her, working
them slowly in and out, gradually overcoming the resistance of her muscular
snatch, stretching it to accept my knuckles.

With the web between my thumb and index finger pressing against her clit, I
finger-fucked her, first tenderly, then roughly, flexing my fingers against
her resisting muscles. She was finally cumming, an endless thrashing orgasm
as I relentlessly twisted my wrist and drove my fingers into her snatch. I
was coming again, without even touching myself.

Lyta finally collapsed back on the couch, gasping for breath. Matt was
standing beside us, filming everything. His cock was rock hard. I was
preparing to kiss it when she gasped "More!" I folded my thumb into the
palm of my hand and pushed into her snatch, stretching her wider as I
gradually overcame her fantastic muscles.

Finally my knuckles were completely inside her pussy. Lyta was staring at
her crotch with blazing lust. "Give it all to me, Rocker Girl!" she
commanded. The pressure on my hand was intense. I pushed forward a few more
inches. Suddenly, her muscles were drawing me inside, up to my
wrist. "More!" Lyta gasped. I slathered my forearm with gel and pushed
forward.

A small part of my mind couldn't believe I was doing this, but my body was
as hot as if I was the one getting fucked. I'd never felt so powerful, not
even when pushing a strap-on into a pussy or ass. "I've got the world's
biggest cock," I growled, "and I'm driving it up your snatch!"

Lyta worked her hips, setting up a rhythm. I matched it, rocking my hand
inside her while her pussy lips stretched over my wrist. She started with a
slow grind, screaming orgasmically and clamping my hand and wrist every
time I reached bottom. We were staring into each other's eyes, reading
every emotion and desire. She was playing with her swollen nipples and
clit, cumming over and over as I drove my fingers up her snatch.

We gradually picked up the tempo until she was screaming and thrashing
continuously, climbing from orgasm to more intense orgasm, as I fucked her
as hard and fast as my strength would allow. I was cumming along with Lyta.

She had her final, most spectacular, orgasm as I exhausted my energy with a
final violent thrust. Her muscles clamped my hand and wrist as she
convulsed on the couch. She finally collapsed. I lay in an exhausted heap
between her knees.

When I recovered, I carefully removed my hand from Lyta's pussy. Her
muscles didn't want to let me go. Finally free, I stared at my fingers,
moving them slowly to work off the numbness. They were coated with
lubricant and her milky juices.

"Come sit beside me," Lyta said. "Spread your legs. Your little lovebird is
so wet and pretty. She needs a finger . . . so hot and tight . . . God
Yeah! . . . Cum for me, Rocker Girl, just like that . . ." I was coming
over and over as she twisted two fingers in my pussy. She finally allowed
me to collapse back on the couch, dizzy and gasping for breath. After
giving me a brief rest, Lyta made me cum again, simply by playing with my
nipples.

"Matt, give me the camera," Lyta commanded as she knelt between my open
knees. "What a pretty little kitty, so shy, trying to hide behind your
wispy golden pubic hair. Open her . . . please . . . Oh! She's bright red!
And so hot and wet! Play with her. Show me how you do it when you're
alone!"

"I always start with my tits . . . nipples . . ." My breasts were flushed
and firm as I ran sensuous hands over them. My nips were amazingly long and
so hard they hurt. I caught them in my fingers and began twisting. "I'm so
hot," I gasped, "I'll bet I can . . ." Lyta focused on my face and upper
body as I screamed and came.

"Wow, I'm orgasmic!" I whispered as I sank back in the couch. "After I've
turned myself on by playing with my tits, I run my hands slowly down my
body to my outer thighs, then move to my inner thighs, finally opening my
legs wide and rubbing my closed mound. It's not usually this wet." I ran my
fingers up and down my lips. They were already bright pink and puffy.

"I have to finger my snatch," I gasped a moment later as I opened my
mound. "Hot wet cunt lips." I stroked them briefly with my right hand index
finger. The lips gripped my finger as I slipped it inside. I made slow
circles, rubbing my G-spot and outer pussy. My thumb was pressed against my
clit hood and my other fingers were tickling the sensitive spot between my
vagina and anus. My left hand was playing with my breasts.

"I tickle my little cunt . . . slowly . . . tease my . . . " I was gasping
as I writhed on the couch, thrusting my pelvis back and fourth, creating a
wave rippling along my back and neck. The waves were gradually increasing
in speed. "Tease my cunt . . . until . . . Oh! . . . Oh, I'm cumming!
. . . Oh! . . . Keep my finger going . . . Oh! . . . Add another finger!
Drive it in! . . . Fuck, finger-fuck . . . myself . . . Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
I was cumming hard, continuing until I finally collapsed.

"It's so hot watching you get yourself off," Lyta said, a little
breathlessly. She was still kneeling between my legs. Matt was behind
her. I wondered where his cock was. "What do you do after that?"

"Roll over and go to sleep," I giggled. "If I'm still horny, I'll get my
vibrator."

"We can help with that," Matt said as he stood up. I admired his big stiff
dick as he opened the brass and wood toy chest to reveal a half-dozen
vibrators. I chose one that was similar to my own "Super Bob," eight inches
long and two inches thick, with prominent veins, bulging balls and a
dramatically-flaring head.

I stood up with my legs spread. My pussy was already open from the intense
finger-fucking I'd just given her. I moaned with pleasure as I slipped the
vibrator into my hot wet hole. "Slow fuck," I whispered. "Just in and out
slowly . . . no vibration . . . just stimulating my pussy and ass . . . "

"I'll stimulate your ass," Matt growled tenderly as he moved behind me.

I gasped with fear, mixed with anticipation, as Matt pressed his oversized
cock-head against my rosebud. My first boyfriend tried to fuck my ass. It
hurt so much I kicked him away and never let another boy near my back
door. Years later, my older lover Bob taught me to relax and enjoy anal
sex. "Don't worry, Babe," Matt said. "I'm going to tease your little butt
hole, but I won't push my cock in." He paused significantly. "Not until
you're ready."

"All right," I answered. "I'm just too small for a dick your size." I
twisted my head to look into his face. "I could use a finger, though."

Matt's lubricated finger touched the center of my rosebud. I resisted just
enough to keep the stimulation strong. Once inside, he crooked his finger
slightly and twisted his wrist as he worked it in and out. The sensations
were driving me wild, especially after Matt added a second finger. I was
close to cumming when he backed off, removing his fingers from my asshole
and pressing his stiff cock lengthwise between my buttocks. I tightened my
buns, briefly gripping his shaft.

As I continued working my pelvis and dildo-fucking my pussy, Matt's monster
cock was sliding up and down my butt crack. He pulled away briefly to
lubricate his penis. When he returned, I adjusted my butt motions to make
his head graze my rosebud.

I paused with the dildo's head and shaft all the way inside me and its
balls pressing against my pussy lips. When I activated the vibrator, the
sudden increase in sensations made me lunge back against Matt. His
cock-head pressed into my rosebud, forcing it open. It hurt slightly, but I
continued pushing.

Lyta was moving around, filming our bodies and faces, as well as the space
between my buttocks. Matt remained motionless while I worked my butt,
gradually stretching my ass to accept him.

"You're so hot and tight," Matt finally whispered. "My cock-head is
completely inside you."

The vibrator buzzed as it slowly fucked me, its head alternately probing
the depths of my cunt and kissing my pussy lips. "God!" I whispered. "I've
never had my asshole opened like this!"

"Your ass is so tight," he answered. "Your outer muscles are clamped around
my ring and you're gripping my cock head so hard . . . "

When I gave Bob my anal cherry, lust and impatience triumphed over fear. As
soon as Bob was safely inside, I slammed my butt against his pelvis, taking
his entire length up my ass. I repeated that with Matt, pushing back on his
cock. With Bob, I was so excited I hardly noticed the pain. This time, I
screamed in agony as the massive penis tore my anus. Matt gripped my hips
and stopped the motion. I moaned and sank slowly to my knees. Matt's cock
remained inside me as he followed me down. "Are you all right?" he asked
anxiously.

I angled the dildo head to press against my G-spot while rapidly rubbing a
light finger over my erect clit. "I think so. The pain's fading and I'm so
turned on I'm going to cum when you start fucking me." About three inches
of Matt's cock were up my ass. I gradually pulled away until my anal
sphincter was kissing his coronal ring, then reversed direction. After
several minutes, I'd taken three more of his inches and we were moving
rapidly. Sometimes, Matt's cock-head would escape my ass to kiss my rosebud
before returning to my depths.

The vibrating dildo fucking my pussy, the fingers rubbing my clit and the
monster cock in my ass drove me to an incredible orgasm. I thrashed and
rocked, ramming my cunt and pumping my ass. Matt's hands on my waist kept
me from collapsing on the floor . . .

Remaining coupled, Matt pushed me forward so my chest and upper body were
resting on the couch. His balls were pressing against my butt cheeks. I'd
impaled myself completely during my last orgasm. Now, he was fucking my
butt again, pulling completely out before giving me his entire length and
girth, being neither violent nor gentle, simply taking me like a force of
nature. I surrendered myself to the warm knowledge that my ass would be
fucked until he'd spent his lust inside me.

It was so erotic! I came over and over as he pounded me. I continued
cumming just as hard after I pulled the vibrator from my pussy. Matt
finally bellowed like a bear as he filled my ass with white-hot juice. I
came again when I felt him shooting inside me.

I collapsed with my upper body on the couch. Matt continued kneeling behind
me, gently running his hands over my hips and buttocks. His cock had
softened slightly, but was still filling my ass. He groaned with pleasure
as I tightened my anal muscles and worked my hips.

"We have to stop," Lyta said regretfully. "The staff will be here in a few
minutes and Tracy has to get ready."

Matt retrieved our scattered clothes from the stage while I showered in a
dressing room. After hastily kissing him and Lyta goodbye, I rushed to the
motel to change into my stage clothes. Janis and Gurl were there, ready to
leave for the gig. They hadn't seen Nancy or Jame.

The three of us huddled frantically at the theatre. If the others didn't
show, we'd just have to wing it. I was fretting about how much better I was
at doubling vocals than at singing lead when Nancy and Jame walked in. I
wanted to kiss and slap them at the same time. Was this their revenge for
that night in Yellowstone?

"I'm sorry we're so late," Nancy said. "We have to tell you
something. Shall I do it?" Jame nodded. "Everyone's getting laid except
Jame and that's driving her crazy. She's being faithful to Peter, so we're
getting him to come here. He'll fly in next weekend and travel with us for
a week."

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Copyright (c) 2005 by Ken James

All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual people is
coincidental.

This story depicts a world in which AIDS and other sexually transmitted
diseases are non-existent. In the real world, please practice safe sex.

All my stories are posted on my personal website (kenjamesfiction.com).
Please check it out.

Please contact me. I love getting feedback and reply to every message.

Many thanks to Wayde for his constant love and support.
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